


Histoire Éternelle

by Mixk



Category: Pacific Rim (2013)
Genre: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, M/M, Male Slash, Slash, Supernatural Elements
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2014-02-22
Updated: 2014-02-22
Packaged: 2018-01-13 10:22:48
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,770
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1222771
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mixk/pseuds/Mixk
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Modern day supernatural AU where Raleigh and Yancy are cupids who have survived for centuries among humans. Yancy is a cynical cupid who’s lost all faith in humanity, while Raleigh still helps mortals find love.</p><p>Raleigh’s latest charge, Hercules Hansen, turns out to be his greatest challenge yet. Herc seems immune to Raleigh’s powers, rejecting every suitor Raleigh sets him up with, much to Raleigh’s dismay. Raleigh has never been known to give up on people, and he refuses to fail Herc.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Histoire Éternelle

**Author's Note:**

  * For [elsewherewolf](https://archiveofourown.org/users/elsewherewolf/gifts).



> Happy Birthday [elsewherewolf]() ! I hope you have a wonderful one, and I hope you enjoy this little fic.
> 
> Title of this story and lyrics from the song of the same name, from the Disney movie _Beauty and the Beast_.

_Histoire éternelle_  
 _Qu'on ne croit jamais_  
 _De deux inconnus_  
 _Qu'un geste imprévu_  
 _Rapproche en secret_

_~_

The year is 2025 a.c. There are very few cupids left in the world, most of them having been killed by hunters—both human and not—over the centuries, like most supernaturals. Raleigh and Yancy are brothers, and have managed to survive through hundreds of years of war between human hunters and supernaturals. They've blended in with the rest of the mortals, the stories of their kind but mere tales and mythology now. Vampires, witches, wolves, dragons, angels, demons. Everything supernatural is commonly accepted as legend, thanks to the work of many pesky hunters. They've lived long before humans started hunting the supernatural en masse, back when they could still do their jobs in peace, adored by the humans they helped find love. 

Naturally, as cupids, Raleigh and Yancy launched an online dating website—what better way is there to find new charges, after all? The money they make on the side is an added bonus to survive in this human world. Yancy has long since given up on humans, and fully embraced their ways of living, so Raleigh leaves all business-related matters to his brother. Raleigh does what he's always been meant to do, and that's helping two souls find one another. Modern technology cuts out the work for him. Thanks to their website, Raleigh gets all the information he needs to make perfect matches, and when the dates are set up, he's got the locations and time to be on the field.

Tonight, Raleigh's chaperoning Amy and Jules' first date, having made himself invisible from the moment the two ladies sat at their table.  Raleigh set those two ladies up a week ago, he had deemed them more than compatible. Amy and Jules exchange a few awkward chuckles at first, Raleigh eases them into a nice conversation with his soothing aura. He's glad to see them hit it off so quickly after only a week of online messaging. 

"Jules looks all flushed, and she hasn't drunk one drop of alcohol," Raleigh whispers into Amy's ear, his voice drifting into her mind so that his words become thoughts. "She's devouring you with her eyes."

Raleigh leans back, and watches with satisfaction as Jules grins brightly at her date. He doesn't need to do much more at this point, Raleigh realizes, those two are going to be just fine without him. As Raleigh looks up, his heart jumps up in his chest when he meets piercing green eyes looking straight at him from a nearby table. Raleigh only takes a quick look of the man—pretty young, red hair, round cheeks, strong build—for panic seizes him and makes him wonder whether he's still invisible, but a quick look around the oblivious patrons assures him he still is. The man that caught Raleigh is still staring at him, however, and there's no one behind Raleigh that could be the actual recipient of that gaze. It's suspicious enough to make Raleigh retreat from the restaurant, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he steps outside unseen, coming out of his camouflage. 

He must have imagined things, the man could not have been looking at Raleigh. No one can see Raleigh when he slips into invisible mode—unless they're not human.

"Huh, a real cupid in the flesh," a voice startles Raleigh, making him turn around to face the man he just fled from. "Thought you were all long gone."

"Who are you?" Raleigh asks as he takes a step back, hands clenching into fists as he prepares for a fight. He has his bow and arrows ready to be summoned at any time, but even that isn't enough against most assailants, unfortunately. Raleigh and his brother of course had to learn to fend for themselves along the years, but let's face it, cupids were never meant to be warriors, and Raleigh hasn't had to fight in forever. Even then, he at least had Yancy to back him up.

"Relax, I'm not a hunter," the man says, hands held up. Raleigh squints at the stranger, having a hard time identifying just _what_ he is. Definitely not a simple mortal, if he could see Raleigh through his invisible veil. Humans never had complete monopoly over hunting supernaturals, however, so Raleigh is far from being safe. The stranger rolls his eyes at Raleigh and scoffs, taking a step forward.

"I'm Chuck, and I'm a warlock."

Chuck—if that's even his real name—looks around them, making sure no one is around, before he holds his hand out, palm up, and with a snap of his fingers, flames flare up from it. 

"That doesn't prove anything, you could very well be a demon," Raleigh says, crossing his arms over his chest and makes sure to put more distance between them. Demons have always had an unhealthy knack for torturing angels, and cupids especially. Chuck looks mischievous enough to Raleigh, and unfortunately, if Chuck does turn out to be a demon, Raleigh hates to admit he's basically defenseless. 

"Look, if I was a demon, I would've dragged you back down to the pits of hell a long time ago now," Chuck counters, his smirk doing nothing to help his point. "Besides, could a demon do this?"

Chuck points at a tree on the sidewalk, not far from them, and with a few muttered words, one of the branches' buds start blooming, flowers soon covering its entire length. Raleigh watches the phenomenon with awe, for he hasn't seen actual magic like this for a long time. Witches and warlocks are known to draw their powers from nature, and if Raleigh wasn't fully convinced of Chuck's claims before, he definitely is now. Chuck looks satisfied with himself when Raleigh turns to look back at him.

"What's your name, cupid?"

"Raleigh," he answers, and despite his better judgement, lets the warlock drape an arm across his shoulders as they start walking.

"How old are you, Raleigh?" Chuck inquires.

"Don't know, never kept track of my age," Raleigh replies with a shrug. It's true, Raleigh and Yancy just came into existence, along with their fellow brothers and sisters. Yancy came to be a sort of mentor to Raleigh, and they became as close as human siblings, in a way. Age has never mattered to them, for time is an entirely different concept to them as it is to mortals.

"Damn, you're that ancient?" 

That earns Chuck a side glare, but the latter doesn't seem apologetic in the least.

"I'm only 221 myself," Chuck says.

"Not that it hasn't been lovely meeting you, Chuck, but is there something you want?" Raleigh asks, because he may be glad to meet another endangered supernatural, he's not particularly fond of Chuck's cocky attitude. Granted, Chuck is pretty young for a warlock, so Raleigh doesn't exactly blame him for not being all wise yet. 

"Glad you asked, Raleigh, there actually is," Chuck replies. "See, my old man—and believe me, he  _is_ old—has been pretty lonely since my mother passed away."

"You want me to help him."

"Precisely."

"All right," Raleigh says, heaving a deep sigh. "Does he even want my help, though?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You hesitated," Raleigh points out, frowning at Chuck. Raleigh has a bad feeling about this, he can sense Chuck isn't completely honest. Raleigh is all for helping people find love in their lives, under the one and only condition that every party is actually willing. 

"He'll come around," Chuck says, his tone softening as he adds, "I just want him to be...happy."

"I don't think I've ever used my powers on witches before," Raleigh tells Chuck as the thought occurs to him. 

"Well, that will be your first time then, isn't that exciting?"

"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?" 

—————————————

Barely a day after meeting Chuck, the latter brings Raleigh to meet his father, whose power is probably lethal glaring, if you ask Raleigh. Both father and son own a tea/medicinal plants shop, and that's where Chuck brought him, all the way to the back of the establishment. Clichés really do exist for a reason, Raleigh muses.

"Who are you?" Chuck's father addresses Raleigh when they step inside what appears to be an office, the man's piercing gaze trained on Raleigh like a hawk. 

"I'm Raleigh," he replies, relieved to have found his own voice and successfully hidden the fear building inside him.

"For Merlin's sake, what did you bring a cupid home for, boy?!"

Raleigh's not even surprised that the old warlock could tell what he was with a quick glance. He can sense how powerful Chuck's father is, the energy in the room is heavy all around them.

Hercules Hansen—that's the last name they're going by these days—father of Chuck Hansen, and 528 years old, looks nothing like Raleigh had imagined. Hercules, or Herc, as he prefers to be called, is a rugged-looking man with a very well-built body for a warlock. He looks more like a warrior than warlock, really, but Raleigh has seen stranger things. Herc is very,  _very_ , handsome, with his strong jawline, intense blue eyes, and light freckles. Raleigh doesn't foresee any trouble finding someone for Herc after his initial assessment.

Boy is he wrong.

"What went wrong?" Raleigh asks Herc as soon as he can corner the man alone out of the restaurant, the latter having ended things early on with the first woman Raleigh set him up with.

"She wasn't for me," is Herc's only explanation.

"Nathalie is a kind woman, loyal, clever, beautiful, and she's blonde! You said you like blondes," Raleigh says, disappointment taking over. He's not used to failure, and Herc's quick dismissal of the date Raleigh picked up for him cuts deep. Herc, for one thing, refused to have Raleigh hovering around them, which Raleigh respected. It didn't stop him from sending calm waves to the two of them. 

"Raleigh, don't push me," Herc warns him, his tone leaving little room for argument. "I've already agreed to this whole thing, if I say I'm not interested, I mean it, all right?"

"Fine," Raleigh mutters. "But you're not going to win anyone's heart with that kind of attitude."

Herc only groans at that, and Raleigh realizes things might not be as easy as he thought they would be. Raleigh is always up for a challenge though—he has yet to fail at his job—and he's not going to let Herc's pessimism get him down. 

——————————

After the fourth failed match, Raleigh decides to put his pride aside and ask for his brother's help. Raleigh can't remember the last time Yancy's done any matchmaking of his own; what he does remember, however, is that Yancy was exceptional at it. Raleigh has learned most of his tricks from Yancy, but the latter has kept some of them to himself, and to this day Raleigh still doesn't know what are Yancy's secrets, which is fine by him, really. He doesn't need to know every single one of Yancy's techniques, he just needs Yancy to apply them to Herc's case. Herc's turned out to be quite difficult, never really enthusiastic about Raleigh's efforts to help him find someone. So far Raleigh's set him up with two women and two men, none of them having gotten Herc's approval.

Raleigh likes to think he's come to Herc know pretty well after the past couple of months they've spent together. Herc is a very wise warlock, he's gone through many centuries, has accumulated an incredible amount of knowledge kept in various manuscript that Raleigh has yet to go through. Herc was originally born in Germany, and his first power, telekinesis—which Raleigh thinks is rather awesome—first manifested when he was but a toddler, and Herc has acquired a few other powers throughout the years. Herc has managed to survive the many witch hunts through hiding and deceit, and has helped a lot of fellow witches along the way. Raleigh learns there is still a community of witches and warlocks nowadays, and with the threat of hunters significantly diminished lately, they have been able to thrive in peace, keeping to themselves and transmitting their knowledge to younger generations of witches, like Chuck. While Herc is a powerful and fearsome warlock, he is a rather peaceful and humble man in nature, and Raleigh has found Herc's company to be very enjoyable. 

Herc is a catch in Raleigh's book, which is why it frustrates him that much more to have reached an impasse with Herc.

"Yance."

"What's up?"

"I need your help with my latest charge," Raleigh says as he sits on the couch next to his brother, setting down a plate of cookies on the coffee table as bribery. It usually works out in Raleigh's favor—he made Yancy's favorites today, almond and cranberries—though it might not work this time, considering what he's asking of Yancy. 

"The warlock? Really?" Yancy looks up from his tablet, throwing Raleigh a pointed look. Yancy takes a cookie nonetheless, munching on it as he turns his attention back to whatever he was working on. "Rals, you know I don't do this anymore."

"Doesn't mean you can't," Raleigh counters. "Please? He's not technically human, he's like, one of us."

"Let me meet him first, then we'll see," Yancy says after a moment, and heaves a sigh, his shoulders slumping on the couch.

"Yeah?"

Yancy studies him for a second, a slow smile forming on his lips as he answers, "You know what, yeah, I'll help you. Give me all the info you have on him, ok?"

"Awesome! I'm sending you my report on him right now," Raleigh says, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. He's beyond thrilled to have Yancy on board—it was a long shot, after all—and can't wait to see his brother at work. "When do you want to meet him?"

"How about tonight? Tell him to meet you for dinner, I'll join you later. I have a few things to take care of first. Sounds good?" 

"Yeah, ok. Thanks, Yance !" Raleigh says, jumping from the couch to go call Herc and set things up. Raleigh feels pumped up again, knowing he'll have his brother backing him up now. Herc is a good man, and Raleigh's promised himself to do everything in his power to help Herc find happiness again.

————————————————————

It hits Yancy hard from the moment he steps inside the bar where he's meeting Raleigh and Herc, a strong feeling of longing and attraction permeating the atmosphere, emanating from the couple he's supposed to join, sitting at a table in the corner of the room. It all makes sense to Yancy then, why his brother is having so much trouble helping Herc Hansen find a suitable mate. It makes Yancy smile, picturing Raleigh sigh in frustration as Herc rejects every candidate presented to him. Raleigh most likely has no idea why Herc isn't clicking with any of the people Raleigh has suggested to him, and that amuses Yancy greatly. The work is all cut out for him, he notes as he observes Raleigh and Herc chatting, and Yancy's looking forward to setting those two up together. 

Yancy makes sure to prepare the field before joining them at their table, sending waves of warm energy to loosen them up. He knows Raleigh prefers to set a peaceful environment for his couples, to make them relax and free them of any anxiety. Yancy has a more direct and physical approach, he likes to rile people up a little, make them hot and bothered. 

"Sorry, I'm late," Yancy announces, pulling a chair out for himself and offering his hand at Herc. "I'm Yancy."

"Herc," the warlock says, and after a quick handshake, Yancy sits down. From that point on, the evening goes on smoothly, the conversation running comfortably between the three of them as they reminisce about the past and share anecdotes. Yancy is pleasantly surprised by how well it turns out, how nice it is to meet another supernatural. Herc is a lot of fun, and he comes to understand why his brother is attracted to the warlock, even if he doesn't know it yet. 

After that first meeting with Herc, Yancy is antsy to get started. He waits until the middle of the night to leave the apartment and get to Herc's. Breaking into the warlock's place is easy, even if Yancy hasn't done this in forever, and pretty soon he finds Herc's bedroom. Just to be safe, Yancy slips into his invisible veil, and then approaches Herc's sleeping figure, hands hovering over the latter's head. This is one of Yancy's favorite tricks, awakening someone's wildest dreams about the person they desire.  Yancy gets a glimpse of the dream that starts forming in Herc's mind, not surprised at all to see his brother's face, and hurries to pull out of it before he can get scarred for life. 

Satisfied with the way Herc's body starts responding to the dream, Yancy walks out of the bedroom, proud of himself for being so stealthy and coming out unseen. Or so he thinks. Blinded by his own confidence, Yancy never thought to escape through the window, and so he bumps into someone as he walks through the corridor.

Bright fire breaks through the darkness, and fear surges through Yancy as he comes face to face with a young red-haired man, looking none too pleased to see Yancy here—which is understandable. Yancy had not expected this.

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?"

The fire's coming from the young man's hand held out in front of him, his other hand lit up in flames as well and threatening Yancy. Is that a demon? God, Yancy hopes that's not a demon, otherwise he is truly fucked. What's a demon doing here anyway? Is he after Herc? Or worse, is he after Yancy? _Fuck, fuck, fuck_.

"Woah, hey, easy there! Uh, I just slept with Herc?" the lies slips out naturally, Yancy's survival instincts kicking in. He might as well play dumb all the way through, and pretend he's nothing but a mere human. "How are you doing that? The—There's fire coming out of your hands!"

"You're lying," the man says through gritted teeth, the flames in his hands flaring up dangerously close to Yancy. "My old man went to bed alone. This is your last chance to answer me. Who are you? A hunter? A demon?"

It takes a second for Yancy to connect the dots, and relief washes over him when he does. This is Herc's son, Chuck, he remembers now. Man did he come unprepared. He remembers Raleigh mentioning Chuck at one point, but didn't give that too much importance. 

"Oh! You're Chuck!" Yancy says, stepping away from the flames, and holds his hands up in defense. "I'm Yancy, I'm Raleigh's brother. You know Raleigh, right? The giant blond cupid?"

The fire in Chuck's hand recedes to a low flame, bright enough to see each other. Chuck squints his eyes at Yancy, and now that his life is no longer threatened, Yancy gets a chance to take a good look at the young warlock in front of him. Chuck is just as well built as his father, if not more, and it makes Yancy wonder just what kind of magic those two practice to be so buffed—not that he's complaining.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Chuck asks, his features relaxing ever so slightly as he appraises Yancy as well. 

"Raleigh asked for my help with your father, and so here I am, hard at work," Yancy explains, giving Chuck his most charming grin. 

"Oh. Do you have to be such a creep and come at night to do that?" The young warlock leads him out of the corridor and into the living room, where he gestures at the couch for Yancy to sit. Chuck lets out a yawn as he plops down next to Yancy, rubbing a hand over his face.

"How else am I supposed to give your father sweet dreams, mh?" Yancy says, making sure to lean close to Chuck, letting his gaze travel down the latter's body. Chuck is wearing nothing but a tight tee shirt and briefs, looking absolutely sinful, almost like he's asking for Yancy to ravage him. Yancy may be a cupid, but he's no saint either. 

"Sweet dreams...? Oh man, I didn't need to know that!" Chuck says, apparently not bothered by the proximity of their bodies, so Yancy pushes his luck and scoots closer.

"How about I help you think about something else?" Yancy whispers into Chuck's ear, their sides now flushed together, and he grins in satisfaction at the sound of Chuck's light gasp. Yancy slips a hand underneath Chuck's shirt, stroking the soft trail of hair that goes down below the waistband of Chuck's briefs. Yancy feels himself getting hotter by the second, excitement prickling just under the surface of his skin. He had definitely not expected things to go down like this when he came over, but he's more than happy to have run into Chuck. 

"What do you have in mind?" Chuck asks as he turns his head to face Yancy, their lips but a breath away from touching.

"Let me show you," Yancy says before closing the distance between their lips, capturing Chuck's mouth hungrily. Yancy revels in the moans coming from deep in Chuck's throat as they kiss, their bodies moving of their own until Yancy's lying down on his back, with Chuck right on top of him. 

"Bedroom?" Yancy breathes out when they pull away for air.

"Bedroom," Chuck agrees, a mischievous smile appearing on his face, revealing deep dimples Yancy never knew he was into. 

"Lead the way."

—————————————————————

Herc is not sleeping well lately, and has a strong suspicion Yancy is behind it. The dreams—the very  _very_ erotic dreams—he keeps having, featuring Raleigh in every single one of them, keep haunting him at night, leaving him wide awake every morning with his sheets completely drenched in sweat. What started as fond affection for Raleigh has progressively become something a lot stronger than Herc had anticipated, to the point where it's hard to be in Raleigh's vicinity without him setting things on fire unintentionally. It would be just fine if it had been anyone but Raleigh, for Herc has never heard of a cupid actually engaging in a relationship with anyone. It's just never been heard of. Herc has to admit that Raleigh being a cupid does have its appeal, however, what with Raleigh being immortal and all. Herc knows better than to offer his heart to a mortal now, having been burned in the past with Angela.

Nothing's been the same since Raleigh came into Herc's life, the cupid's enthusiasm and joie de vivre having bled into Herc, brightening every aspect of his life. He's come to enjoy spending all this time with Raleigh, even if the initial purpose was to help Raleigh get a better sense of Herc was as a person, to find a perfect match for him. Instead, Herc ended up falling for Raleigh, the latter taking bits of Herc's heart away one day at a time, making Herc look forward to every meeting with him.  

This situation with Raleigh really all went downhill from the moment Herc was introduced to Yancy a week ago, and Herc figures a week is enough time to hope for things to settle down on their own. Herc goes to confront Yancy on a Saturday morning, after yet another intense dream where he and Raleigh have scorching hot sex in the shower. Herc's breath hitches in his throat when the door to the Beckets' apartment opens to reveal one naked Raleigh wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He blinks several times to make sure he's not hallucinating, 

"Herc, hi!" Raleigh greets him with a radiant smile, unfazed by his own state of undress. 

"H—heyy, Raleigh, uh," Herc says, stumbling over his words. It's hard to think clearly, much less speak, when you've got a naked adonis in front of you, skin glistening and everything. "Is Yancy here?"

"No, he's out with Chuck, but come in," Raleigh says, walking back inside, Herc right behind him.

"Chuck?"

"Yeah, he and Yancy have started seeing each other a few days ago," Raleigh says from his room, no doubt putting some clothes on while Herc waits for him right outside. The words take Herc aback, this new piece of knowledge sinking in slowly. Chuck and Yancy. Together. It would explain Chuck's unexplained escapades recently, though part of Herc is still freaking out over the fact that his son is actually with a cupid. Herc's mind is blown, to say the least, barriers he'd long put up tumbling down as new possibilities arise. Raleigh isn't off limits anymore—he never really was in the first place—Herc realizes, and he finally understands what Yancy's been doing. Yancy's been trying to set him up with Raleigh, what with the dreams, the subtly arranged meetings with Raleigh. Everything dawns on Herc now.

"What did you want to talk to Yancy about?" Raleigh's voice brings Herc out of his thoughts, the cupid's face so close all Herc can think about is kissing him. Raleigh's leaning against the door frame to his bedroom, arms folded across his broad chest, looking perfect in a pair of dark jeans and a simple shirt. Raleigh would look good in anything, if you ask Herc, but Raleigh looks best wearing nothing, as Herc just found out minutes ago.

"I think he's found the perfect match for me," Herc says boldly, heart hammering in his chest as he thinks through what's he's going to say next. 

"He did? Tell me about this mysterious person," Raleigh says, sounding genuinely excited and happy for Herc, looking absolutely beautiful, innocent. Oblivious.

"All right. He's tall," Herc starts, bending his head closer to Raleigh, eyes fixated on the latter's lips. "Blond, blue eyes, beautiful laugh, kind, generous—oh, and he helps other people find love for a living."

"Herc—"

"It's you, Raleigh."

"I...I don't know what to say," Raleigh lets out with a shaky breath, shock written all over his face. 

"Please say this isn't hopeless?" Herc pleads, because he's just laid his heart bare for Raleigh, and really, he doesn't think cupids are supposed to break people's hearts. 

"No! I just, I never thought—"

"Never thought you were worth anyone's love?" Herc finishes for Raleigh, and sees a flash of surprise in Raleigh's expression as he looks him in the eye. "Raleigh, every person you've introduced me to paled in comparison with you. After the second time you've set me up, it became clear to me no one could ever live up to you."

For a moment Herc thinks Raleigh's about to break into tears, only to be surprised by a pair of lips claiming his in a searing kiss. Herc sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Raleigh's shoulders as his back hits the wall, all fears vanished. Every unspoken word shines through each one of Raleigh's touches, telling Herc just how strongly Raleigh feels about him. It feels like fireworks are lighting up inside Herc's mind, shivers traveling through his entire body as Raleigh presses their hips flushed together. It's better than anything Herc's ever experienced in his life—and Herc _has lived_ a very long one so far—better than all the fantasies he's had at night this past week. Cupids are excellent kissers, Herc's delighted to discover, and hopes he'll remember to add this to his notes on cupids.

"What do you say, Raleigh? Want to spend the rest of eternity with me?" Herc proposes when their lips part, feeling light with elation, head still spinning from the kiss. 

"Do you really mean it?" 

"Yes," Herc says, unable to stop the stupid grin from his face. "You know, self deprecation really doesn't suit you."

That earns Herc a light punch on the shoulder, followed by a light chuckle.

"All right, then," Raleigh says, and gives Herc a brief peck on the lips. "I'll happily spend the rest of time with you, Hercules."

"I love you, Raleigh," Herc says with great joy, bringing a hand up to cup Raleigh's cheek, thumb stroking circles onto the soft skin. The radiant smile Herc loves so much is shining at him, warm and beautiful.

"Love you, too."


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